The warm and steaming water roared in her ears, which was more obvious than Shizun's whispered words, but every sentence Shizun said was heavily imprinted in her heart.
Lin Qianshuang's face was a little melancholy, her heart was stuck in her chest, and the smell of blood gushed from her throat. She covered her mouth off guard, and the black blood overflowed from her fingers, almost dripping into the misty pool.
The Tianshu mirror saved her life, but the side effects also affected her all the time. The hundred-year-old skill that Mu Weiyin granted her kept her heart beating. Invisibility has been used for too long.
Her heart twitched a little with difficulty, making her breathing a little sluggish.
Lin Qianshuang closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The ups and downs of her emotions were also related to the early wear and tear of her body. She had an inexplicable feeling for Shizun, both fear and feelings that she never wanted to admit.
Thinking of Han Shengyao, Xuan Luowan's face, Xiao Lanle's face who hurt her deeply, and Mu Weiyin who left without saying goodbye appeared one after another in her mind.
The faces of those people faintly overlapped, but somehow reminded her of the powerful person she had seen in her dream. She clearly felt unfamiliar, but every inadvertent little action of that person made her very familiar.
Lin Qianshuang silently watched Han Shengyao admire the painting. The dense water vapor in the room seemed to have aura, and it turned into thick ink and ink, and turned into the girl's frown and smile, until the rattan chair was empty. She slowly got up and wiped the bubbling red body.
The sound of the wind chimes rang in her ears, and Lin Qianshuang stepped back to the long corridor. There was a new painting that was still dry in the air. She stretched out her hand and flattened the painting. There is no one among them, only the frantic meditation mantra written on it seems to be dazzling her eyes.
Lin Qianshuang was startled and put the painting back. Behind her, Han Shengyao was staring at her quietly.
She turned around, and the two of them looked at each other just a few feet apart. The Lord of the Demon Realm looked at her as usual, as if the person who painted her portrait was someone else.
Han Shengyao said indifferently, "Is it good?"
Lin Qianshuang's face became a little embarrassed, and she was speechless.
A painting was thrown into Lin Qianshuang's arms. Judging from the dryness and wetness of the painting paper, it was the painting that Shizun had just painted in front of her. She stretched out her hand to catch it, with a slightly surprised expression on her face.
In the painting, the mountains are collapsed, and the blood of the deceased low-level gods condenses into a tangled tree, which bursts from the dry soil and turns into a short, lush and hideous blood tree. A beautiful woman with strange and graceful horns hugs her. Lying on the ground with a tree trunk and sleeping soundly, the quiet and peaceful surrounding her was incompatible with the cruelty and blood on the ground. The chaotic water and ice flowers formed a net, entangling her and the blood tree together.
The glittering ice flowers scattered on the ground in the painting seem harmless, but rather like a formation.
Lin Qianshuang watched for a while with a little interest, and the corners of her mouth curled up. The girl in this painting looked a bit like her, or she represented Senior Sister Bai Yueguang, but this painting was too ridiculous, like adding Like the high-P picture with four times the filters, her ordinary appearance and posture are like a god in the painting, and her temperament is noble and inviolable, and she feels ashamed even at a glance.
Han Shengyao's voice seemed to be covered with a layer of water mist, and there was a trace of indescribable emotions. She stared at Lin Qianshuang's face for a few seconds, and said, "I want you to rest for a night before doing this. I plan, since I'm so busy, I'll keep up and show you something."
"That's what I got from Tianshu City Lord. You will understand after reading it."
Lin Qianshuang followed Han Shengyao to a closed dark room. As she passed the shelf where the storage was placed, a round bead quietly lit up, causing her to stop curiously and take a few glances at the bead.
Han Shengyao took her actions in his eyes, and his eyes stayed on her dantian for a moment, "This Soul Gathering Orb has returned to this seat after going around. The Tianshu City Lord, who has always been careful and careful, can actually help you. Do this, Shuang'er, you..."
The complex and changeable face in front of him gradually changed from jealousy to pity and pity.
"That's it."
Han Shengyao laughed to himself, "It's this seat's fault, so what does it have to do with you?"
Those purple eyes stared at her deeply, as if to see through her seven souls and six souls, but fortunately, after a while, the threatening gaze was moved away.
The hair on her shoulders was still wet with water. Lin Qianshuang held the spell to dry slowly. Her mood was not fluctuating, but her heart was beating wildly. Master's eyes were like the one who treated her lightly in a dream. People, gave her an invisible sense of oppression and shame, forcing her to run away in fear.
Walking into the inner room, there was nothing left, and Lin Qianshuang was about to ask where it was when the door behind her suddenly closed, her eyes fell into darkness, and before she could adjust to the changes in light and shade, her arms were bent and squeezed to the chest. forward.
"Don't move, don't disturb the things in the house."
The hot breath hit her cheeks, her waist was wrapped tightly against the opponent's elbow, Lin Qianshuang was slightly stunned, and she saw a blue-light firefly flying from out of nowhere and stopped at the tip of her hair. It flew away after a while.